A shadow passed over Liliette’s face.
“No, I didn’t come because of you,” she replied, her tone cold and detached. She refused to meet her younger brother’s eyes.
After a long pause, she continued, “I did read the letter you sent. But if I had known Rocky wouldn’t be executed, I wouldn’t have come.” Her voice struggled to break free, like a stream trickling through a parched riverbed.
“Liliette…”
“What I mean is that I haven’t accepted your apology, Dandelion.”
He could only stare at her cold profile, as beautiful and unyielding as marble. Today, she was as pale as the moon, and her features exuded an almost ethereal quality, like a flawlessly carved statue. Stray strands of silver hair fluttered around her long neck in the gentle spring breeze.
